This chapter is pretty intense and gets a little graphic toward the end. Just a warning.(:
Telling Chibs about the rape was almost harder than telling her mom. She looked at the table during the whole time even thought it was only her and Chibs. Harlie had never seen Chibs this pissed. He wanted blood. Whatever was gonna happen, he was gonna enjoy killing Zobelle and Weston. She could see his hands shaking. "Chibs?" She touched his hand. At that moment, she felt closer to him than anyone.
"Gimme a minute, little girl.." Chibs took a shaky breath, pushing his sunglasses on top of his head. "They tried to hurt you again?"
"No, but they left a mask in my car. The ones they wore.." Harlie said quietly. More weight magically lifted itself off her shoulders.
"I'll kill him for ya, baby.." He kissed her forehead. "C'mon, we need a drink.." He sighed.
When Harlie stood up, felt like she was going to fall right back over. Every time the wound would start to close up, it would rip back open. It was inevitable. "Can ya walk?"
"Yeah. I'm fine," Harlie lied, wrapping her arms around his neck. "I'm sorry you had to find out like this."
"You got no reason to be sorry, understand? This shouldn't have happened. We let ya down." Chibs frowned, holding her against him.
"No one let me down, Chibs. There wasn't any way to prevent it. Bad shit happens." Harlie whispered into his cut, wiping the tears from her eyes. "Lets go.." She smiled up at him sadly.
Chibs wrapped his arm around her shoulders and led her out of the chapel.
When Happy saw them come out, he stood up. He felt a hand on his shoulder. He could tell Harlie had been crying and it pissed him off because he couldn't do anything about it.
"Not right now, man," Jax urged.
Happy nodded, pouring himself another shot. "She gonna be okay?"
"You tell me." Jax looked Happy directly in they eye.
Happy glanced in Harlie's direction and nodded again. Jax wasn't so sure how this was gonna work between Happy and Harlie. He didn't trust it. He had to admit it made him happy when he saw her smile around Happy. She was loosening up again. She would never be the same Harlie he knew before, but she was slowly getting closer. And when Happy was around Harlie, he noticed how cautious he moved and how different he acted. Jax knew he wasn't the only starting to pick up on their.. whatever the hell they had going on. If Clay picked up on it, someone was gonna get hurt and since he wouldn't ever lay a hand on Harlie, it was gonna be Happy.
"Where's Harlie?" Clay asked, walking into the clubhouse.
Happy pointed across the room at Harlie sitting with Chibs on one of the couches. He felt a twinge of jealousy when he saw Chibs holding her.
"Send her out for food. Time for church." Clay started rounding up all the guys.
Harlie watched them all file into the chapel, one by one. "I gotta go, darlin'." Chibs kissed her forehead. "Remember what I said. Ya got no reason to be sorry."
Harlie nodded, smiling. She looked over at Happy and her smile widened. "Hey, you."
"Hey, doll." Happy smirked. "Clay wants you to make a food run."
"Alright." She stood up on the tips of her toes, pressing her lips to his.
"Hap!" Jax yelled. "Waitin' on you!"
"See ya later?" Harlie asked.
"Yeah, maybe.." She watched him walk into the chapel. She saw the doors close and knew exactly what they were talking about. She had one hell of a family.
"Got all the ammo, we just need the AK's." Tig sat down in his seat at the redwood table.
"We got two cases at the safe house. Problem is, ATF's gonna be sittin' on it waiting for Cameron to show."
"We think we got a way to get our guns and convince Jimmy Edmond's the rat." Jax looked over at Unser in the corner.
"Lifted these from ATF before they left." Unser sat a folder down on the table. He flipped it open, handing copies of the same picture to all the guys.
"We show Jimmy that Cameron and Edmond have been under the ATF'S thumb should be enough to convince the I.R.A the betrayal's in-house." Jax ran a hand down his face.
"Good." Chibs nodded.
"But how do we get out guns from the safe house?" Happy asked, laying the picture down.
"The old bait and switch." Clay smirked.
"We'll move on the Irish. You, Ope, and Juice find Weston and start spreading the racial harmony gossip. Got it?" Clay looked over at Jax who slapped his hand down on the table. Clay nodded, dismissing everyone from the table.
"Ms. Morrow?" Harlie heard the voice as she made her way out to her car with a buggy full of groceries. Not again. Not this stupid bitch. Agent Stahl was leaning against the front of her car. "Nice car ya got here." She had caused enough trouble with her family. Did the guys know she was still here? She was the reason Donna was dead. Apparently she didn't know when enough was enough.
"You again? Seriously?" Harlie crossed her arms, raising her eyebrow in curiosity.
"I was wondering if you could tell me about something I heard." Agent Stahl smirked.
"And what could you have heard that I would give a damn about?" Harlie rolled her eyes, starting to get in her car. Stahl held the door closed.
"I heard you're Filip Telford's Old Lady."
"Chibs," she corrected.
"Ah, Chibs. Any truth to that?"
"You have guts, bitch." Harlie spat, taking a step closer to her. What kind of shit did that Fiona bitch start? Technically, she wasn't anyone's Old Lady. She was Happy's girl, but there was a difference.
"Your dad said the same thing," Stahl laughed. "You're one stubborn girl, huh?"
"You have no idea." Harlie narrowed her eyes. "You mind?"
Stahl took a step back, holding her hands up in defeat. "You ever wanna talk, call me."
"No thanks. Oh! And who I fuck is none of your business."
"You're right, it's not. But don't forget how old you are." Stahl smiled maliciously, getting back into her car. Harlie watched her until she was to the end of street and started piling in the car. She grabbed her phone from her purse, calling Jax.
"Where are ya with out food?" Jax answered, trying to sound impatient. She could heard the sounds of the garage in the background.
"I just had a run with out best friend." Harlie said sarcastically.
"Weston?" Jax asked.
"No, that ATF is still up our asses. She was standing by my car when I came out of the supermarket." Harlie dug through her purse for her keys.
"Shit." Jax frowned.
"I'll be back in a few minutes, alright?"
"A'ight."
"Hey." Juice stepped into the kitchen, leaning against the counter.
"Hey. Glad to see you back." Harlie looked up and smiled. Things were so different with them now. They both knew it was over after their last felt good to knew they could still be friends even though that's all they ever were. It was just a crush.
"Yeah, I missed everyone." He grinned enthusiastically. He was still adorable, but the urge to pounce on every time she was him was gone. She grew out of it.
"We missed you too, retard." Harlie gave him a loose hug before returning to the cooking.
"Need some help?" Juice asked.
"Start making the other pizza?" Harlie asked. "The other crust is in the freezer. I already sliced the vegetables. I just need you to put it together."
"Sure, no problem." Juice shrugged. "Y'know, you're a damn good cook."
"Oh, I know." Harlie smirked.
"How ya been?" He asked after a few had past in silence.
"I'm good." Harlie leaned back against the counter, taking a sip of her soda.
"I wanted to say sorry about what happened at the hospital." Juice looked down at his boots.
"It's alright." Harlie smiled.
"You really with him?" Juice asked, noticing the slight changes in the way she carried herself.
"I hope so." Harlie nodded. "It's the best thing, Juice.. Us moving on."
"Yeah," he agreed halfheartedly.
"Cleaning up after you guys is worse than cleaning up after toddlers." Harlie rolled her eyes, tossing all the paper plates in the trash.
"No one asked ya to clean up." Tig grinned.
"It's not like you were gonna do it, asshole." Harlie stuck her tongue out playfully.
"Yeah, you're right." Tig chuckled, handing her his glass. "Pour me a drink?"
"How about you suck my dick, Tigger?" Harlie whirled around to look at him.
"I didn't know you had a dick." Tig raised an eyebrow.
"You made me leave before you could find out." Harlie laughed, tying the trash bag closed. Damn. He still got hard thinking about that sometimes.
"That hurts." Tig placed a hand over his heart, feigning hurt feelings.
"I bet." Harlie shook her head. Yeah, she was definitely on the mend. It felt good to laugh with Tig and the guys like she used to.
"When you heading home?" Tig asked, finally getting up to pour himself a drink.
"Here in about thirty minutes. Why?" She asked.
"Clay wants someone to go with ya. I told him I would." Tig shrugged his shoulders, lighting a cigarette.
"Alright.." Harlie nodded. "Wanna do me a favor?"
"No." Tig stated simply.
"Of course not.. Half-Sack!" Harlie shouted across the clubhouse.
"Yeah?" He popped up, walking over to her.
"Take this out, please." Harlie smiled.
"You got it!" He grinned, doing as she said.
"You got all these guys whipped, don't ya?" Tig downed the rest of his drink.
"Maybe." Harlie gave him a small smirk.
"Go fuck Happy before you leave." Tig shook his head.
"Gladly." Harlie sauntered off down the hall to Happy's room.
It always happened fast. They never had time to go slow, but Happy tried to savor the feeling of her wrapped around his cock. She was the best pussy he'd ever had. But, it wasn't just sex. It felt like more than that. To Harlie, it was an escape from her emotions. A great escape.
Happy laid his head against her tits, sighing. Hers were all real, he hated fake tits. Everything about her was real. "You should probably go." He laughed.
"Nah, I'll make him come find me." Harlie giggled, tracing the muscles of his back with her fingertips. She felt him relax on top of her. "You hard again?" She blushed, her knee brushing against his erection. "Want me to take care of that?"
"You gonna blow me or somethin'?" Happy chuckled darkly.
"Get up and we'll see." Harlie smirked, shoving him off her. She slid down into the floor on her knees.
Happy looked down at her. He felt his cock twitch at the sight. Her lips were red and swollen. He watched her tits move up and down with every breath. He positioned himself on the edge of the bed.
"Show me?" Harlie bit down on her bottom lip.
"No problem." He smirked.
When he came, Harlie took as much his cum as she could. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, standing back up. "How was it?" She asked shyly.
"You have no idea how good that felt." Happy pulled her against his chest as she heard someone pound against the door.
"Get dressed!" Tig yelled. "We gotta go!"
"Shit.." Harlie sighed, starting to get dressed.
"See ya tomorrow." Happy smirked, pecking her lips.
"We'll see." Harlie grinned, walking out. She closed the door behind her.
It felt so good to finally get a shower. It been an extremely long day from her encounter with Jimmy to her little bit of time with Happy. She was still sore from the night before. She could plainly see hand shaped bruises appearing on her hips. The bite marks on her neck that had started to fade were back. Thank god for concealer. She turned the light out in the bathroom, making her way to her bedroom. She pulled out an old pair of flannel pajama pants and a tank from her top drawer. She caught a quick look of her camera laying on her nightstand. She hadn't touched it in weeks. All her walls were covered in photos. Most of them were the guys, but the others were nature shots.
"Harlie?" Tig stepped into her bedroom. "I gotta head out. Clay called. Half-Sack is on his way. You gonna be okay by yourself?"
"Yeah." Harlie turned to face him, smiling.
"Man, you still got all these old pictures?" He chuckled, looking around.
"Of course. They're my best memories." Harlie touched one of her with Tig and Bobby when she was little. "Remember that? I lit that doll on fire." She laughed.
"You were a psycho." Tig grinned, earning a punch in the arms from Harlie. "I left your mom's MAC-10 under the sink if ya need it. Full clip."
Harlie laughed. She swore there were over fifty guns in this house, plus one. "Thanks. I should be fine."
"Call us if you nee anything before Sack gets here." Tig turned, walking back to the living room. "See ya!" He yelled before walking out.
Harlie stepped into the kitchen about ten minutes later, grabbing a Coke from the fridge. She settled down at the kitchen table with her homework for the weekend. That's when she heard something outside. She looked out the window, but nothing was there. That gun was starting to sound pretty good. She walked over to the sink, grabbing it from the cabinet. All of a sudden, she felt someone place a hand over her mouth. "Put the gun down, little girl." Weston whispered,
Out of reflex, she dropped the gun. She elbowed him roughly in the ribs, standing back up. He roughly grabbed her by the arm, jerking it form the socket. He shoved her up against the fridge. She felt one of her ribs snap from the impact. "I told you that you didn't want me to do this again.." He whispered, shoving her pajama pants to the floor. She felt her whole body throb from the pain.
Harlie brought her good fist up and it collided with his jaw. She would've sworn she felt her finger snap, but the only thing she was paying attention to was getting to the gun on the floor. "You little bitch!" He backhanded her roughly across the face and let her fall to the floor. Her nose was broken again and she could feel the blood pool in her mouth. She took the chance to reach for the gun. She gripped it tightly in her hands. They shook as she pulled the trigger, unloading the whole clip into his stomach. Harlie sobbed violently, watching his body slump the floor.
She was frozen to the spot. She watched the blood seep from his stomach onto the floor. She looked down at her shirt to see more blood splattered on her shirt. He was dead. The sick son of a bitch was dead.
"Holy shit!" Half-Sack yelled from the entrance to the kitchen. She couldn't even look up at him. He rushed over to her, picking her up off the floor. "Harlie, what happened?" She shook her head and continued to sob. Her heart was beating so fast. He sat her down at the kitchen table, pulling his phone from his pocket. He dialed Clay's number. Harlie could barely even hold her head up, she was in shock.
"What?" Clay grumbled.
"You better get home, man. I found Weston."
"Where?" He growled.
"Clay, Harlie killed him.."
AN: Cliffhanger! Muahahahaha! Well.. Here it is. :) Let me know what ya think! There's a lot more to come, I promise!